Overwatch Harem Chapter 10 - The Shadow

Lucio did not arrive. They turned him away at the door and told him it was a prank. The DJ laughed and said, “Should have figured when I heard English in Japan!” and suggested, “Hey, want me to DJ it?"

They promptly rejected his offer. They hurriedly turned him away. They had to. Because inside…

“Mmmppph~!”

Ashe tucked a piece of white hair off her ear. She went down, down, down…

“Good girl.”

Ashe was no whore. She was nobody’s slut.

“Come on, go deeper.”

…except his.

Thirteen inches of thick, veined hardness disappeared down the cowgirl’s throat as she bobbed her head rhythmically, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. Her gang—rough, hardened outlaws who had once followed her every command without question—watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide and mouths agape. Their leader, the sharp-shooting queen of chaos, reduced to this.

William lounged casually beside her, one hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her motions with effortless control. His other hand held his phone to his ear, his deep, confident voice cutting through the wet sounds of Ashe’s efforts. “Yeah, no, don’t do that. Widowmaker. Tell Hana to chill out. Honestly, if you can, come by yourself. You’re the only one with a level-headed mind that I’ll trust not to attack.”

“Are you sure? I am quite ferocious when my man has been taken.”

William chuckled. “I’ll take my chances with you.”

Ashe’s throat constricted around him as he pushed her head down further, forcing her to take him deeper. Nine inches at this point. Her gag reflex threatened to rebel, but she fought it, her eyes watering as she surrendered to his dominance. The metallic tang of precum mixed with the bitterness of humiliation, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. Not after what he’d done to her just hours ago.

“Mmh… yeah, I’ll confirm it again, it’s that Ashe bitch and her little gang,” William continued, his free hand tightening in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks around him. “Turns out they had this brilliant plan to kidnap Lucio. Thought they’d use me as bait. Cute, right?” He chuckled and Ashe whimpered around his cock, the sound vibrating through him as her lips stretched to their limit.

Across the gang were faces a mix of awe and unease. They had seen Ashe take charge, take risks, and take down anyone who stood in her way. But this? This was something else entirely. Their leader, their fearless queen, was now William’s obedient slut, servicing him in front of them like she was born for it.

“Anyway,” William said, “I ended up fucking her brains out instead. Turns out she’s got a real talent for this. You should see her right now—making a mess of herself trying to take all of me.” 

Ashe’s cheeks burned at his words and might have retorted, “Why I oughtta—!” but her body betrayed her, a shameful heat pooling between her thighs as she remembered the way he’d claimed her earlier. His massive cock pounding into her ruthlessly, stretching her wide, filling her so completely she thought she might break.

No, she did break. 

William sighed softly as Ashe’s tongue swirled around the cockhead. The full length couldn’t be taken, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still please him. “Yeah, she’s got this cute little gag reflex thing going on, but she’s learning. Isn’t that right, Ashe?” He tugged her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him with watery eyes. She nodded weakly, her lips still sealed around him, and he smirked. “Good girl.”

Her gang exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them dared to intervene. Not after witnessing what had happened earlier. William had walked into their trap like he owned the place, and within minutes, he’d turned their leader into a quivering, pleading mess. She had begged for his cock, whimpering his name like a mantra as he fucked her senseless. And now here she was, sitting beside him and choking on his cock like she’d been born to worship him.

“Anyway, Widowmaker, I’ll call you back later,” William said, his voice thick with arousal as Ashe’s tongue dragged along the underside of his cock. The struggle for a complete deepthroat was notable. “I’ve got some… unfinished business to attend to.” 

He hung up the phone and tossed it aside, his full attention now on the white-haired woman servicing him. Her black cowboy hat was on and her red lips were wide and open for his dick. 

“Alright, Ashe,” he said, his tone shifting to something more commanding. “Let’s see how much of me you can really take.” He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and thrust upward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. All thirteen inches, all inside this criminal. She deserved it, he reasoned in his head.

Red eyes widened in panic as he pushed past her limits, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she took every inch of him.

Her hands clawed at his thighs, but she didn’t fight him. She relaxed her throat, surrendering completely as he used her like a toy. The taste of him filled her mouth, bitter and intoxicating. It was like every-fucking-thing this bastard di was right. 

Her gang watched in stunned silence as their leader was reduced to a trembling, gagging mess, her body shuddering as William fucked her throat. Up and down, up and down, tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She was his now—his cum-slut, his plaything—and there was no going back.

“That’s it,” William growled. “Take it all, Ashe. Show your little gang who you belong to.” He pulled her head back slightly, just enough to let her gasp for air, before slamming her back down onto his cock. Her throat convulsed around him, and he groaned, his hips bucking upward as he felt himself getting closer.

Ashe’s mind was a haze of humiliation and arousal. She found herself craving more. She was clothed, she was dressed like all her wanted posters and Overwatch described her as. Tall enough to command the room, slim but not frail, still a woman. The fitted vest and crisp shirt hugged a chest that was neither excessive nor forgettable; full enough to catch the eye, especially with the faint rise and fall beneath her collar when she breathed.

Her waist drew in narrow, giving her that unmistakable curve that widened again at her hips, where the low-slung gunbelt seemed to emphasize the shape as if by design. Long legs carried her with a gait that was equal parts lazy swagger and predatory patience. There was nothing soft about her, not in the way she moved or the way she looked at you. Yet she had just enough curve, just enough sharp-edged beauty, to make it impossible not to imagine the heat beneath the starch and steel of her outfit.

But William? But this cock?

“Mmmppphhh~!”

Balls-deep. Ass up. Face down. 

She wanted to please him, to make him cum, to feel him claim her completely. Renewed desperation and a distinct sucking sound followed. Hands gripped his thighs as if begging for release.

William’s grip on her hair tightened. “You’re going to take every drop, got it? Don’t you dare pull away.”

She nodded weakly, her throat burning as she prepared herself for what was coming. William thrust upward one last time, his cock burying itself deep in her throat as he came with a guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum surged into her, filling her mouth and throat as she struggled to swallow it all. Her throat trembled with the effort, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed locked in place, taking everything he gave her like the obedient slut she had become.

When he finally released her, Ashe coughed and clung to him like a pet. Gasping for air, she wiped the tears from her eyes. “F-fuck! Fuckin’ hell…!” The long awaited accent was back and she sounded submissive and meek. Her gang stared in stunned silence, their loyalty to her hanging by a thread. William leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched her struggle to recover.

The Deadlock Gang had gone through many leaders. There were four founders: Elizabeth Ashe, Jesse McCree, Bob, and Frankie.

To see Ashe obeying a male was one thing. To see a cock of THAT size point up to the heavens was another. To call to their instincts. For the men, it was admiration. For the women, it was submission. That thirteen inch monster cock was the standard. That thirteen inch cock convinced them that it wasn’t wrong for their leader to grovel for it.

It made sense. It was a puritan, primal view of the world, but then again, this was an eighteenth century cowboy gang in the American Southwest. Masculinity, femininity, men and women, these were all simple notions. 

“Not bad,” he said casually, running a hand through his hair. He contemplated taking her hat again. He didn’t. “You didn’t let a single cumshot on your hat. Sure, you can’t deepthroat, but you sure can swallow.”

“Ack! T-thanks…!”

Ashe couldn’t believe she fucking thanked him. She couldn’t believe the smile on her face when she received praise. She couldn’t believe she picked herself like a damn dog.

They were still at the club. The yakuza were told off numerous times. The plan to kidnap Lucio was all but abandoned for the Deadlock Gang and this.

“Alright, Ashe,” William said. “Get up. Ride me. I’ve got someone coming and I do want to leave you with a parting gift.”

Ashe hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with the undeniable spark of arousal that still burned in her core. But she knew better than to disobey him now. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her legs trembling as she stood. Her eyes darted to her gang, their faces unreadable, but she could feel the weight of their judgment. 

“Ha! Do you really think you can just order me? Me?” A shotgun was put down near William’s feet. She kicked the shotgun into her hand and flung it over her shoulder. “You think a big dick can get me to obey you?”

William stared at her. For an instant, he was reminded she and her whole gang could kill him at a moment’s notice. Then he snickered.

“Fine. I won’t do a thing then. If you can ride me for one minute and not orgasm, you win. You can do whatever you want. If you do orgasm, you’re mine. Got it?”

What an unfair challenge. Surely, no woman would orgasm in under a minute when the man did nothing? There were mutters among the gang.

Ashe clicked her tongue. Her tongue slid along her red lips. “You’re a feisty lil one, ain’tcha?”

False bravado. Really, as she undid her belt and pulled down her pants, she intentionally bent over. She intentionally showed her ruined pussy to her gang.

They knew. She knew.

‘Lord. This is what I’ve become,’ Ashe thought bitterly, ‘his obedient slut.’

She was doing this for the show, for the few cheers she received from her people. She proudly strutted forward, knowing her demise well in advance. Lasting for a minute on THAT pipe?

Impossible.

William spread his legs wider, gesturing for her to come closer. “Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“D-don’t be so cocky, fool.” Ashe swallowed hard and straddled him. The first thing William did was slap her left ass cheek and then put his hands behind her. 

A signal to say, “I won’t do a thing.” 

The tip brushed against her entrance, already slick with her arousal, and a shiver ran through her toned figure.

“Come on, hurry up. It’s not polite to make people wait in Japan.”

With a shaky breath, Ashe lowered herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch. His girth stretched her to the limit. Overwhelming and intoxicating, those were her only descriptors. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a soft whimper that echoed in the silent room.

“Come on, it’s only been five seconds. At least take all of it.”

“Y-you rottin’ toothin’...!” Ashe obeyed anyway, sinking down until she was fully impaled on him. What a fucking cock. What a fulfilling feeling. She paused for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, her breathing ragged. Then, slowly, she began to move, rocking her hips back and forth with a rhythm that was as much for his pleasure as it was for hers.

“Haah…hnggh…! Y-you think you can beat me!? You think!? You dare!?”

She let out a wheezing breath. It was pathetic. “Twenty seconds,” William announced.

She could have stayed still. Maybe she should have. But to stay still and do nothing in order to win would make her unworthy.

Ashe bounced on that cock.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin. Ashe’s gang watched in stunned silence, their loyalty to her crumbling with every moan that escaped her lips. 

How could this be the same woman who led them with an iron fist? they wondered.

William’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass before sliding up to cup her breasts through her suit. “You’re doing so well,” he said with approval. “But I think you can do better.”

He wasn’t moving or thrusting or insinuating any of that. He was telling her to do something. Ashe did it. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself down harder onto his cock, forcing a cry from her lips. Ashe’s resolve and arrogance was getting drowned out by the sheer pleasure coursing through her body as he took control, thrusting downward again and again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck~!!!” Her head fell back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support. “D-damn bastard! We're doin' this my way! W-w-we're…” She gasped. Her voice was breaking. “...p-playin' by my rules.”

William smirked, enjoying the sight of her unraveling beneath him. “Look at all that confidence. You’re such a great fuck for it.” He smacked her butt and Ashe mewled. “You love being my little slut in front of your gang.”

“T-that’s not true—”

Ashe was cut off by a broken moan as he throbbed and hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. That was when she said, “T-to hell with it,” and just started bouncing.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Fucking—fuck it! FUCK IT~! JUST FUCK ITTT~!!!”

She didn’t care about her gang anymore, didn’t care about anything except the way he filled her completely, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“HNNGGGHHH~! GAHHH~! GOD! LORDD~!!”

“Thirty seconds,” he warned.

“I SAID FUCK IT~!! I… I’M GONNA…!” 

Ashe gasped. She orgasmed and her pussy strangled on the thing responsible. Except, in that moment, a sharp thrust struck her womb.

“W-wait—”

No time. Less than a second after she lost, after the fated orgasm, William was rearing up. It was time to fuck back.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Ashe whimpered. Her jaw fell open. Her left eye twitched. Cue seven rude thrusts to her womb. “YOU FUCCKKKERR~!” 

Cumming again. Cumming again. Three times in a row, just like that. She continued to move on him, her body slick with sweat as she rode him. 

But was she really riding him? Her ass was cupped by his hands. He was bringing her down and using her like a common whore.

Just as Ashe felt herself teetering on the brink of a sixth orgasm, the door to the nightclub creaked open. All eyes turned to see Widowmaker standing there, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Her piercing yellow gaze swept over the scene with a mixture of amusement and pride.

“Well, well,” she purred, stepping into the room. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Ashe looked drunk. Ashe didn’t even ask, “Oi, what are you doin’ here!?” Her eyes were half-closed and drool trickled down the left side of her chin.

William glanced up at Widowmaker and stopped. “Just keeping my toys in line,” he replied casually, his fingers tightening on Ashe’s hips. He slapped her ass and Ashe promptly continued to ride him. It was like a switch.

Widowmaker chuckled softly, her eyes locking onto Ashe’s trembling form. “She’s quite the obedient little slut, isn’t she?”

“She has her moments,” William said with a shrug, though the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

Ashe’s face burned with humiliation, but she couldn’t stop herself from moaning as William thrust upward into her again, the sensation too intense to ignore. Her pussy was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“This motherfucking COCK…!” 

William laughed, reached up and grabbed her hat, pulling her head back sharply. 

“Cum.”

Hips launched off the soft lounge. His cock went as deep as could be. His cum flooded her as well, filling her completely. He held her in place as his butt landed. He showed her face to her whole gang.

From her nostrils to her eyes, liquid seeped out. Ashe had fucking lost it. Her vision blurred as he filled her up with heavy cumshot after cumshot. 

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe. The Outlaw. The Rebel.

William pulled her from his cock and discarded her to the side. Every man watched as he pulled up his pants and shoved his gargantuan cock inside.

“Thanks everyone,” William said. “And if I hear another word about Lucio, I’ll make your Ashe go on her knees and beg from my balls.”

He walked out. Cock still bulging through his pants, he was given a direct path to the exit and to Widowmaker. She opened the door for him, smirking. As William disappeared, Widowmaker slung her gun over. 

“Do not follow us.”

The thick, French accent. The huge sniper. The purple-skin. The Legendary Widowmaker could not be mistaken. The woman who killed politicians every other week was undeniable in her aura and majesty. 

The only person that could take her on was Ashe, and well…

“C-cock…you motherfucker…I-I’ll…fuck your cock…n-next…shtsss timssh…”

Fucked to the point of sounding like she could no longer think, let alone fight. Ashe was left on the lounge, twitching and moaning and unable to even hear what she said. Cum fell in huge heaps that boggled the mind.

So, was it the presence of Widowmaker or William fucking their leader senseless and leaving behind a fat, heavy load that made them obey? The truth was likely somewhat of both. 

Widowmaker was legendary. The greatest sniper in history and, as everyone currently believed, a top-member of Talon. To go up against the full scale of that kind of organization while Ashe was decommissioned was nothing short of foolish.

So they let them walk out without so much of a murmur. As for Lucio…they were going to have to come up with another deal with the yakuza. 

The night air hit William like a second wind. The Tokyo skyline glittered around them, neon and steel rising like jagged mountains, rain slick on the pavement. “Holed up for a whole day…or was it two?”

“It was two,” Widowmaker corrected as she brushed past him. She headed to a sleek obsidian coupe—definitely imported, definitely expensive, the kind of car that practically purred even while idle. She held the door open for him, her smirk faint, controlled, but pleased.

“Your chariot,” Widowmaker said smoothly.

William adjusted his jacket, still annoyed his belt sat looser than usual after the Deadlock humiliation. He felt the car’s interior swallow him with stitched leather and soft blue glow from the dashboard. Widowmaker slid behind the wheel, then guided the car into the glowing streets of Shinjuku.

“Where to?” she asked. “Home?”

“Work,” William said. “I need to tell Janina what just happened. Deadlock came gunning for Lucio. She deserves to know before anyone else tries their luck. Then—” he exhaled slowly, tension bleeding out of him. “—I’m going to ask for a vacation. A long one.”

Widowmaker tilted her head at him as they crossed onto the expressway, the car humming with controlled aggression. “You handled yourself well,” she said. “They feared me, yes…but they feared you too. Or rather, your cock.”

“I do my best.” 

Twenty minutes later, the coupe slid silently into the underground garage of Akitsuki Tower. Widowmaker stayed with the car, casually checking the action on her rifle while William took the private elevator up.

The office was quieter than usual, its midnight hush broken only by the soft hum of servers and the cleaning bots gliding over the polished floors. Janina Kowalski’s office light was still on.

Of course it was.

He knocked.

“Come in.”

She was behind her desk, the same old photo of the daughter—military fatigues, winged jetpack, unmistakable resemblance to that Overwatch hero—facing outward. The bonsai on her desk was freshly pruned, a single cut branch resting in the waste tray.

“You look like hell,” she said without preamble, leaning back in her chair. Her voice was measured, as always, heavy with years of knowing exactly how much to show and how much to keep hidden.

“Deadlock grabbed me tonight,” William said. “Yakuza bar. They wanted leverage on Lucio. Ashe herself was there.”

For a flicker of a second, Janina’s eyes sharpened. Then her expression returned to its usual granite calm.

“And yet you are here.”

“I wasn’t in the military for nothing,” William replied as a smooth lie. “I was able to get away.”

“Without being followed?”

“Those cowboys wouldn't be able to follow an elementary schooler without getting caught.”

“Touché.”

“The important part is that they wanted Lucio. You should consider Lucio compromised. If Deadlock won’t, then the yakuza will try again.”

Janina steepled her fingers, silent for a long moment. Then she nodded once. “Good work. I’ll arrange protection for him. Bigger names than you, more teeth. Not your concern anymore.”

William raised an eyebrow. “Bigger names, huh? Anyone I’d recognize?”

Her only answer was the faintest curve of a smile. “Vacation,” she said instead. “You’ve earned one. A month. Don’t argue.”

That surprised him more than the offer of reinforcements. “I was going to ask for time off anyway.”

“Then I’ve saved us both the trouble.” She flicked her hand as though swatting away a fly. “Go. Rest. Young men should have their peace and quiet.”

***

The elevator chimed and slid open. William stepped out, shoulders heavy from the last forty-eight hours, messenger bag still slung over one arm. He keyed open the penthouse door.

It cracked an inch—then swung wide.

Hana stood there in nothing but a bikini: bright, neon pink, scandalously small. She didn’t even give him time to blink before she threw herself into his chest. Her skin was warm, smooth, smelling faintly of coconut sunscreen despite being nowhere near a beach.

“William!” Hana squealed, arms tight around his neck. “Finally!”

The sudden impact made him stagger half a step back, but he caught her easily, one arm sliding instinctively around her waist.

And then—pat pat pat—bare feet slapped the hardwood. Mei barreled around the corner, hair undone and face flushed. She didn’t hesitate either. She nearly collided into them, pressing against his other side and wrapping both arms around his middle.

“William,” Mei whispered, muffled against his shirt. “You’re home.”

For a moment, he was just frozen there in the doorway, arms full of two beautiful women clinging to him like they’d been starved. The stress bled out of his chest in one long exhale.

“You know how it is,” William said softly, rubbing Mei’s back with one hand while Hana clung to the other side. “Just work.”

Hana leaned back enough to pout at him, eyes narrowed, her lips just inches from his. “Work? Work left us here alone for days.” Her hand slid downward, deliberately slow. “You know what that means?”

Before he could answer, her fingers closed around him through his pants. A bold, possessive grip on his nutsack. 

“Hana…” William muttered warningly, though his jaw tightened as her grip lingered.

Hana smirked, eyes glittering with mischief. “Don’t disappear like that again, or I’ll… punish you.” She gave a squeeze to prove her point. “You’re ours. Got it?”

Mei, still pressed against his chest, peeked up at him shyly. “We really missed you,” she whispered, voice trembling with something heavier than her usual calm. Her hands clutched tighter at his shirt, sliding up toward his collar.

William swallowed. His pulse was already picking up.

Hana leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear now. “So…” She tugged playfully at his belt buckle. “How about you make it up to us?”

Her other hand teased at his waistband, fingers slipping just under the edge. Mei’s breath caught when she noticed, and instead of stopping her, she bit her lip and pressed even closer to his side, as if complicit.

The air between them turned heavy, hot, crackling with intent.

William closed his eyes for a second, then exhaled through his nose with a low chuckle. “You two really don’t waste time.”

Hana grinned, wicked and triumphant. “Time already got wasted while you were gone. We’re just… evening it out.”

Her fingers hooked the button of his pants, tugging. Mei gasped again, half-protest, half-desire. That was when Widowmaker pressed herself behind him.

“I doubt that Ashe emptied your balls properly,” the sniper-seductress whispered. “Come on, let’s fuck~!”

And in that moment, as Hana’s hand worked lower and Mei’s body clung tighter—William knew exactly how this night was going to end.

The moment Hana’s fingers tugged his pants down, William’s huge ten-inch flaccid cock flopped out, heavy and already starting to thicken. The sight of it made both Hana and Mei gasp, their eyes widening as they took in the sheer size of him. Hana’s lips parted in awe, and Mei’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her breath hitching.

“Fuck,” Hana whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and desire. “I forgot how fucking massive you are.” Her hand immediately wrapped around the base, squeezing gently as she felt the weight of him in her palm. “You’re gonna destroy my throat, aren’t you?”

Mei, still clinging to his side, didn’t waste a second. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands cradling his heavy balls with reverence. “Oh, William,” she breathed, her delicate fingers massaging his sac as she kissed the base of his cock. “You’re so… perfect.”

Behind him, Widowmaker pressed her lithe body against his back. Her cold blue skin was like getting pulled into a cold shower. It shocked him. It gave his cock a jump. Her lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as her hands slid around his chest, pinching his nipples hard enough to make him groan. 

“Mon amour,” Widowmaker purred, her French accent thick with lust. “You’ve been gone too long. Your balls must be heavy.” Hah, she knew Ashe had been draining said heavy balls. No, what she was really saying was, “Let me remind you why you belong to us.”

William’s cock was fully hard now, throbbing and leaking pre-cum. A gamer’s tongue flicked out to taste him. Giggling, lips then wrapped around the tip, sucking gently before taking more of him into her mouth. Her eyes locked with his, dark with hunger as she attempted to deepthroat him. She managed to take about eight inches before gagging, her throat convulsing around his girth.

“Fuck, Hana.” He wanted to grab her but Widowmaker had his hand pulled and kissed. She was like a gentleman, head tucked on his shoulder, eye-fucking him. Hana pulled back slightly, only to dive right back in. Her mouth was hot and wet.

He couldn’t focus on the blowjob because of Mei too. Mei’s hands were still worshiping his balls, her soft lips kissing and licking every inch of his sac. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently. She was obedient and disciplined. She did not complain about this lower-tier of work. 

Indeed, where Hana had the honour to suck his cock and Widowmaker had the dominance to make out with him, Mei was left with a pouch containing his family jewels. Yet she did not question her position. The Chinese woman belonged there. 

Widowmaker’s fingers pinched his nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Her lips found his ear again, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, “I want to feel you inside me, William. I want to fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me.”

The flirting. The dick sucking. The worship.

It wasn’t just his cock. It wasn’t just his balls. It was everything. Everything about this young stud appealed to these women. Everything about him conquered their hearts, minds, and bodies.

Hana pulled back for a moment, panting as she looked up at him with glistening lips. “You like that?” she asked, her voice dripping with sass. “Bet you can’t last much longer.” She smirked before diving back down, taking as much of him as she could handle. Her throat tightened around him and her fucking hands.

The double-handed jerk off and blowjob. What a combination on top of everything else. William’s hips jerked uncontrollably.

Mei’s hands moved up to help jerk off the base of his cock. Hands were one thing, her lips continued to lavish attention on his balls. Peppering kisses and her tongue teasing every sensitive wrinkle. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” Mei whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. “I can feel it.”

Widowmaker’s lips crashed against his in a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entry as she devoured him. Her hand slid down between them, gripping the base of his cock firmly.

Spurt, spurt, spuurt!

First couple cumshots flung over and hit the floor. The rest came all over Hana and Mei. It was the signal of the reunion. The first orgasms of many. 

…

…

…

He was on the couch.

A firm grip on his shoulders, yellow eyes were locked onto his with an intensity that made his cock twitch.

“À moi,” said the French woman. She had pushed him backward until the back of his knees hit the couch and he had fallen into the plush cushions. She had taken control when he was vulnerable post-orgasm. 

Now, Hana and Mei watched from the side.

The sniper-seductress had not waited a second. She had guided him to her entrance, her wetness already soaking his tip.

“Ready?” she whispered, her tone teasingly cruel. William could only nod, his hands gripping the couch cushions as she lowered herself onto him. Her walls clenched around him, tight and unrelenting, and he groaned, his head falling back.

Widowmaker pretended to be unaffected. She pushed herself and rolled her hips slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him stretching her open. Her hands found his chest again, pinching his nipples hard enough to make them ache. “This biiig cockkk! I can’t believe it I went a whole day without it! Oh goodness! Oh Lord…!”

Moan after moan slipped out. The enthuiasm returned.

“Oh yes, yes, yesss~!! Me amour! My love~!!! This is itttt~!!!”

An orgasm.

That orgasm only served to make her fuck him faster, her hips slamming down on him with a rhythm that had him seeing stars. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, and he couldn’t help but grip her waist, helping her ride him. Her ass slapped against his thighs, the sound echoing through the room.

“My pussy missed you SO much, my love!!”

All she cared about was getting fucked. 

“I’m all yours! I’m all—” Eyes rolled back. Another orgasm. Her smile nearly turned into delirium. “A-all yours! ALL YOURS! THIS PUSSY IS ALL YOURSSS~!!!” 

As if on cue, William’s patience snapped. He grabbed Widowmaker’s hips with both hands, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down on his cock. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock before a wicked grin spread across her face. “Oui, like that!” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He fucked her hard and fast, his cock driving into her with a force that made her scream. Her walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he had. “YESSSS~! MMPPPH, A GENTLEMAN!! THIS IS A GENTLEMAN’S COCKKK~!!!” Ah, was this the ballerina side of her? “Don’t stop! Don’t you DARE STOP~!!!” 

She was still in costume. She was still Widowmaker. Her butt was impossible to ignore. Firm and high, it filled the suit like it had been engineered for the purpose of showing it off. 

So he grabbed it. He fucked the shit out of it. 

She wasn’t just beautiful—she was weaponized beauty. A predator who knew exactly what her body did to people, and how to use it.

Her lips crushing against his in a brutal kiss. “CUM INSHIIDE MEEE~!! REMIND MY PUSSY WHY I BELONG~!!! DO IT~!!” 

With a guttural groan, William obeyed. He buried himself deep inside her as he came, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum. Widowmaker let out a cry of ecstasy as she felt him fill her, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her body trembled as she rode out the last of his thrusts, her walls still squeezing him tightly.

When he finally pulled out, a mixture of their fluids dripped down her thighs. Widowmaker leaned back, panting heavily, a satisfied smirk on her face. “N-not bad,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I think someone else wants a turn.”

Hana was already moving before Widowmaker could finish her sentence. She shoved the sniper-seductress aside and climbed onto William’s lap, her bikini bottom discarded somewhere on the floor. “Bang-geum geon mian! My turn,” she declared, her eyes blazing with determination. “And I’m going to show you how it’s really done.”

William barely had time to catch his breath before Hana positioned herself over him. Her tight, wet pussy hovered over his cock, and she smirked down at him. “Ready for round two?”

Hana Song dropped down his cock.

“Oh fuuuuckk~!!! Can’t somebody nerf this cock~!???”

Her eyes rolled back. 

First day of vacation, baby.

***

Second day of vacation.

The evening sun bathed Tokyo City in a soft amber glow. Whether it be inside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious penthouse or near the pool, it could all be seen. It was a far cry from the humble lifestyle William once led—now, he was immersed in the lap of luxury, and it was all thanks to the enigmatic, cold-hearted beauty who had brought him into her world.

The world of Overwatch. The world of the rich. The world of Widowmaker. 

William lay sprawled on a plush leather recliner, nude, his body glistening with the light sheen of a recent shower. His muscular form was on full display. Years of combat training and rigorous physical conditioning. However, it was the size of his cock that truly stood out and could not be trained no matter how much one trained. Indeed, was hung like a horse.

Simply between his legs, nude, and chilling. His big schlong down on his left thigh and his big ballsack on the left thigh. 

William deserved this after all his work.

William sighed deeply, the cool air from the open balcony (if it could be called considering the pool and umbrella and whatever the hell else) mixing with the warmth of the setting sun on his skin. 

A vacation. Wow.

Not long ago, he had been a working class worker of the world. Now, in the lavish penthouse Widowmaker had purchased with her near-limitless wealth, he found himself part of something else entirely: a harem consisting of Hana, Mei, and Widowmaker herself.

‘And Ashe…what should I do about her? I’m sure Widowmaker could snag her number.’

Ashe would be an amazing booty-call…

His phone buzzed on the side table and broke the serene silence. William lazily reached over, picking it up and unlocking the screen. A message. Unknown number.

‘Strange,’ he thought. He didn’t usually get messages from unknown contacts. Curiosity piqued, he opened the message.

‘Ashe maybe?’

A picture appeared on the screen. His brow furrowed.

*What the hell...?*

It was a picture of him, taken just moments ago. He glanced around the room, a sudden tension running through his body. The perspective of the image seemed to be from…nah, this didn’t make sense. There were no nearby terraces. This was the peak of Tokyo. But it was definitely William: lying naked, relaxed, completely unaware.

Most of all…

“Well, it’s definitely my dick.”

Stuck to his thigh that low…yep, it could only be his cock. No one else’s. 

Another picture. This time, closer. The shot highlighted his face, the unbothered expression of someone who had no idea he was being watched. He had been sleeping at this moment.

More pictures followed. Each one more invasive than the last. 

“That’s Hana’s desk…” Then a picture of Mei bent over and changing. Nothing sexy but casual. He eyed that thicc ass anyway. “Hm.” 

Whoever was sending these had been watching him for some time. A mixture of annoyance and unease settled into his chest. This definitely wasn’t Ashe. Right?

"Who's doing this?" he muttered, typing a quick response to the unknown sender.

> William: who are you?

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, indicating the person on the other end was typing.

> Unknown: You’ve been having fun, haven’t you?

> William: So?

The answer came almost immediately.

> Unknown: Let’s call it...a price for keeping quiet. You wouldn’t want the world to know what you’ve been up to with Overwatch’s sweet little D.Va, would you? You KNOW they still want answers. 

They were indeed. Despite the words of her best friend, the military suspected that D.va was slutting herself out. But as to where she was? No one knew. Hana and Mei preferred to keep that way. Widowmaker moreso. She was a criminal, after all. 

> Unknown: Meet me. Let’s talk in person. Midnight. I’ll send the location shortly.

William sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was used to handling all kinds of dangerous situations, but this was a complication he didn’t need. 

Like any good OnlyFans account, revealing your location would lead to a big headache. Overwatch, in particular, who had been hunting for Hana and Mei, convinced they had been coerced or hypnotized into joining William’s harem. 

Another buzz. A location. Midnight.

"Great," he muttered under his breath. He’d have to deal with this sooner rather than later, but for now, he had some time. “Vacation came at a lucky time.”

As if on cue, he heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching from behind. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately, and William felt the familiar stirring of tension in his balls—the kind that had nothing to do with impending danger.

"William," came the smooth, sultry voice of Widowmaker. "You seem...troubled."

French accents, man. Way too hot. 

He turned to see her standing at the entrance to the outside of the penthouse, dressed in nothing but a bikini that clung to her every curve. Widowmaker—Amélie—was a vision of lethal beauty. 

Amélie's bikini was a work of art in itself. The top, a vibrant shade of turquoise, barely contained her generous cleavage. The fabric hugged her full breasts, showcasing her deep cleavage and the hint of a dark areola peeking through. The bikini top was tied around her neck and back, emphasizing her slender waist and hourglass figure. Her unique light blue complexion glistened in the afternoon sun.

It was a slutty body, pure and simple.  

The bottom half of her bikini was equally revealing, consisting of a tiny thong that showcased her round, firm buttocks and left little to the imagination. It rode high on her hips, exposing her flat stomach and the delicate navel piercing that glinted seductively.

William swallowed hard, already feeling the familiar rush of heat surging through him. No matter how many times he had been with her, Widowmaker’s mere presence always brought him to the edge. She was untouchable—at least, that’s what she wanted everyone to believe. But behind closed doors, she was his, and the intensity of their connection was enough to drive him mad.

His cock twitched.

"Your beast seems sensitive too," Widowmaker teased, her eyes flicking down to the obvious sign of his arousal. "Should I be concerned?"

"Just a...message," he managed, his voice betraying the growing distraction. "Nothing serious. I’ll deal with it later."

Widowmaker arched an elegant brow as she moved closer, her hands resting on the back of his recliner, her body leaning over him until her lips were inches from his ear. "You seem tense, mon cher. Perhaps I can help with that."

William groaned inwardly. It wasn’t fair. Widowmaker had the kind of body that made men weak. The kind of voice that could bring anyone to their knees. And when she looked at him like that, when she whispered in his ear...there was no fighting it.

Before he could respond, she slid onto his lap, her legs straddling him, her fingers tracing lightly over his chest. Her cool, calculating demeanor remained, but there was something feral behind her eyes—a desire that matched his own. She was toying with him, and she knew exactly how to push his buttons.

His cock lifted itself, fighting against gravity, semi-hard.

"You’re going to go now?" Widowmaker asked, her lips brushing against his jaw. "Or are you going to stay here with me?"

He exhaled slowly, his hands instinctively moving to rest on her hips. "I’ve got time," he said.

"Good," she whispered, a wicked smile curving her lips as she leaned in to kiss him, her mouth soft yet demanding.

William closed his eyes, losing himself in the kiss, in the feeling of her body pressed against his. For now, he could forget about the message, about the unknown threat lurking outside. For now, there was only Widowmaker and the desire that consumed them both.

His hands reached for her, gently caressing her hips, and then sliding up her ass.

Amélie's breath quickened as his touch ignited a fire within her. She had always been a confident, cocky woman, but there was something about William that made her want to submit. His hands were magic, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. She arched into his touch, encouraging him to explore further.

William's fingers found the ties of her bikini top and skillfully undid them, letting the fabric fall away, revealing her heavy breasts. Her nipples, already hard and erect, stood proudly, begging for attention. He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervour. His tongue swirled and flicked.

"Nghh…” Widowmaker whimpered. “Your mouth... so good..."

William switched to her other breast, giving it the same attentive treatment, while his hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and squeezing it possessively. He pulled her closer, grinding his hardening cock against her.

Thirteen inches of cock wound up between her ass cheeks. 

Amélie moaned in response, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed herself against him. "Yes... I want more..."

William smiled and picked her up by the ass. He led her to the nearby pool, the water shimmering invitingly. Erection bobbing, Widowmaker in his hands, he entered the pool and bent her over. Widowmaker happily allowed it, her ass jutting out. With expert hands, he removed the rest of her bikini, revealing her toned body in all its glory. 

Widowmaker smirked. “Do it.”

The cool water did little to dampen their desire. Her hands gripping the tiles, he entered her from behind in one thrust. 

Amélie gasped, her eyes widening at the sensation of being stretched to her limits. "Oh my God..." she breathed. That was seven out of thirteen. More was to come.

More came.

“Ngghhh~! Shoo biiggg~!” 

That French accent was cute. He loved it.

CLAP!

Almost as much as he loved her pussy. 

“Haahh…haahhh…come on. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Her demands were clea.r William began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, driving deep into her core with each stroke. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

The water splashed and echoed over the sound of their bodies slapping together. A ferocious pace began. Widowmaker was no weakling. She could thrust back. She could smack back. 

"You feel so fucking good," William growled. "So tight and wet. Can't get enough of this pussy."

“Yes, yes, yes, yesshhh~! Mi amoorrr~!” Amélie was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body on fire. William's cock seemed to reach places no one had before, hitting all the right spots. Her fingers dug into the pool's edge as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour.

“Cumming, cumming, cuminngg~!” 

Her ass clapped. Her eyes rolled back. Her fingers remained firm on the edge.

“YESSSHH~! CUMMIINNG~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Amélie's moans grew louder. Her body trembled as she teetered on the edge of release.

"Cum for me, Amélie," William demanded, his voice commanding. "Let go and keep cumming on my cock."

So many orgasms. So many climaxes. So much ass clapping.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Ngghhh~! C-can’t—!”

“Can’t hold on!?”

William was not arrogant. He was stating it as it was. Even the great Widowmaker could not handle his cock for long.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Five minutes? Ten minutes?

“Too! Much! COCKKK~!”

Didn’t matter. The time arrived. After the tenth orgasm, she realized she couldn’t hold onto her cold badass mask. She realized she had to go back to being a complete whore for him.

“YESSHHH~!” 

Amélie shattered into a million pieces. She whimpered after the call out, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. William kept thrusting, prolonging her orgasm, until she was a quivering mess, utterly spent.

But William wasn't finished with her yet. He wanted more, and he knew Amélie was ready to give it. He flipped her onto her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the pool, and spread her thighs wide. Her pussy was glistening with her juices.

He positioned himself at her entrance, on his toes, his cock throbbing with need. With one swift motion, he plunged into her again, this time even deeper than before. Amélie's eyes widened, and she gasped, her pussy accommodating his massive length outside the water now. 

Her legs locked themselves. They were one again.

“MI AMMOORRR~!” 

William set a relentless pace, pounding into her with abandon. His balls slapped against her, and his cock stretched her to her limits. He reached down, rubbing her clit in circular motions, sending her over the edge once more.

This dude wasn’t some big dicked brute. He was a skilled lover. 

Amélie's twentieth orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she screamed her release. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around William's cock, milking him as she rode out her pleasure.

"That's it, you beautiful woman.” William smirked. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

He kept up his relentless assault, his stamina seemingly endless. 

“Ngghhh~! Y-YOOUUU~!! YOUR COCCKK~! FAAT COOCCKKK~!”

Amélie trembled with each thrust, her mind a blur of pleasure. She was putty in his hands, completely at his mercy, and she loved every second of it.

“Putain! Putain! Putain!” A gasp and she was back to English. Her throat dry, she couldn’t be as load as she wanted. “Fuuuuckkk!"

William's own need was building, his balls drawing up tight as he neared his climax. He wanted to mark her, claim her as his own. With a final, powerful thrust, he plunged balls-deep into her, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load deep inside her warm, welcoming body.

"I'm cumming, Amélie. Take all of me, you criminal slut!"

Amélie could feel his hot cum filling her, his release triggering her own body's response. She came again, her pussy contracting around him, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock. Their orgasms seemed to go on forever, their bodies entwined in a sweaty, passionate embrace.

As their heart rates slowed and their breathing returned to normal, William pulled out of her, his spent cock shining with their combined juices. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they floated in the pool, satisfied and sated.

William could have gotten hard. He didn't.

Too much effort was a pain. Sometimes, it was better to chill.

Indeed, after a month of having a harem, William had truly mellowed out.

***

The recliner creaked under the pressure of their intertwined bodies. Widowmaker was sleeping on the young stud, having long discarded her bikini. Her head buried in his shoulder, William’s hand on her left ass cheek, and ultimately just chilling.

Her ass was like an stress ball for him. His hands gripped her booty tightly, the feel of her bare trained body driving him past any semblance of restraint. He was no stranger to intimacy, but this—this was beyond what he had ever imagined. Not in a seedy bed but on a lounge near a pool in a penthouse, the sun shining on him and a woman that could make other males bust in their pants.

Her body, her curves, the way her breasts were smushed to his chest... it was everything to him.

This was a vacation. This was what it meant to relax. To fuck, to creampie, and then just breathe.

Widowmaker, for all her cold exterior, had an allure that no man could resist. He certainly couldn’t. He was as hard as steel, cock pointing upwards like a flag.

So much for not getting hard.

“You are... magnificent,” Amélie Lacroix murmured, her voice low and sultry. She looked up at him, then over her shoulder to his raging cock. Her French accent only added to the weight of her words, making each syllable drip with seduction. "So godly in size, my dear William. No wonder even Ashe had to submit.”

William chuckled breathlessly, his grip on her ass tightening. Don’t be mistaken, they were not fucking. They were just chilling. This was apart of that chill.

“I’m blessed.”

Amélie leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she brought her lips to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Indeed you are," she whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "So no man can resist me for long, hm?”

Seductive, arrogant Widowmaker was playing here. Ha. 

William opened his mouth to respond, to smirk and maybe smack her ass, but before he could speak, his phone buzzed on the side table again, the sharp sound cutting through the haze of their moment. 

Widowmaker’s eyes flickered in annoyance, but William ignored it for a brief second, focusing entirely on the goddess atop him. But when the buzzing persisted, he let out an irritated sigh.

“Again?” Widowmaker asked, her voice slightly irked. She was right about to kiss him too..

William reached over, grabbing the phone and unlocking it with a swipe of his thumb. His eyes scanned the screen, and his expression immediately darkened. It wasn’t just one message—it was a flood of them. Dick pics, crude images, and obscene text that all blurred into one invasive message. But that wasn’t what concerned him. No, it was the address attached to the messages. Their address.

“This isn’t right,” William muttered, sitting up a little, forcing Widowmaker to adjust her position. He showed her the screen. “No one should know we’re here. Everyone has their suspicions about the content Hana produces, but this? This location? That’s a problem.”

Widowmaker frowned, taking the phone from his hand and inspecting the messages carefully. Her brows furrowed as she scrolled through the crude images and text, her sharp gaze catching the little details William had missed.

“The location mentioned in the message is a school. An abandoned school.”

“Which means…?”

“It is a common MO for only one hacker that I know,” she said coolly, her eyes narrowing. “The fact that she was able to get those images as well…it must have been through a special, military-grade stealth drone.”

William raised an eyebrow. “What? Who has that kind of equipment?”

“The Shadow: Sombra,” Widowmaker replied, handing the phone back to him as she slid off his lap, her bare feet touching the cool floor. She crossed her arms, deep in thought. “She’s a hacker, one of the best. Works in the shadows, manipulates information, blackmails people... this has her fingerprints all over it.”

William blinked, taking in the new information. “And she’s done this to you before?”

Widowmaker shook her head. “Not to me personally. Not until now. We were both members of Talon.”

“So…is she trying to get to you through me?”

“I do not know. Sombra is the only of us who tends to act without restraint. She is lax and loyal only because she can be.”

“So this isn’t Talon, this is just Sombra, huh?”

“Indeed. She’s played these games before, though I was told to keep a blind eye. But if she’s targeting you, it means she wants something; perhaps something tied to Hana or Mei, or maybe she is trying to throw me off balance instead. Either way, this is her style. I am sure of it. Picking an abandoned school is what she does in every city.”

William ran a hand through his hair, letting the phone drop to his side. “So, how do we deal with her?”

Widowmaker smirked, her cold confidence returning. She leaned down, picking up her discarded bikini and slipping it back on with the same effortless grace she used in battle and sex. “We don’t have to deal with her. You do.”

William arched an eyebrow, watching as she dressed. “You’re confident I can handle this?”

She turned, her back to him as she fastened her bikini top, her pussy still dripping with his cum, drawing his attention in another way. “Oh, I’m very confident, mon cher. Do you know what Sombra excels at? Discovering people. I am perhaps one of the few women capable of sneaking up on her, but even then, it is a gamble. If I come with you, it will merely lead to battle.”

“Meaning…?”

Her bottoms were back on. She stretched, yawned, and then walked to the railing. She was intentionally taking her time. The bikini left her butt barely contained, the fabric taut as though struggling to hold against the fullness beneath. Combined with the globs of cum pouring out and down her thighs, for a brief second, as the breeze tugged at her hair and the city stretched endlessly below her, she looked untouchable, like some goddess descending to mock mortals with the perfection they could never reach.

She tilted her head, knowing without a doubt that his eyes were still on her. A subtle smirk tugged at her lips, even though she hadn’t turned around.

And then she walked further along the balcony, her hips rolling with that same predatory elegance, every step designed to make him ache.

“You completely reversed your circumstances with Ashe, did you not? Sombra may be clever, but she is still a woman. You cannot catch her off-guard or outfight her when she has all the information in the world on you. You will need to use your head and, more importantly, your cock to get her to stand down.”

She stopped. She turned. She faced him. Then she walked again. Not to him but back into the penthouse.

“The same as you always have.”

She brushed past him and his throbbing erection. Her words, combined with the way her body moved as she walked toward the penthouse building, sent a rush of heat through his cock that nearly made him bust right then and there. 

As she reached the door, Widowmaker glanced back over her shoulder, catching William’s gaze lingering on her ass. “Believe in yourself, love. Ashe does not submit to ordinary men. I do not submit to ordinary men either. You are what you are and that will be enough,” she said, before disappearing inside. 

William chuckled to himself, shaking his head as the door clicked shut. He leaned back into the recliner, exhaling slowly. Widowmaker had a presence that could make any man insecure. A tiny remark on your cock or a tiny bit of praise and a man could bust in his pants. So her absolute, full confidence in him only strengthened his resolve.

“Sombra, huh…”

Meet her and then fuck her while knowing nothing except the bare-minimum. Somehow, when Widowmaker said it, it didn’t seem so impossible.